landscape

by Aprilia Zank

[butterfly kiss by Steve Garside]

 
 
replicated
   by a thousand reflections
         the landscape of your mind
      i s    b l u r r e d     a n d    de l u s i v e
              layers of shadow
                       intercept frugal hues of light
                 the air is torn
                                 by unseen bird-calls
                 summits stab the placid sky
                        valleys sag like wounded wombs
                                        I try to glimpse
                                                     through your closed eyelids
                                                     but the doors of your mind
                                                are tight shut
                                                your windows barred
                                                                your seats empty
                                                                          your tongue
                                                                          aching
                                                                                    with unsaid words